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I captured her chin, dragging her face up and holding the bottle to her lips again.
“Drink,” I repeated, infusing my voice with the alpha command I’d never used until her.
Margot’s eyes flashed with annoyance at being denied what she wanted, but she did drink as instructed.
This was what it was to be an alpha. This was why I had the bark I’d never had any use for.
To care for my omega.
And then Margot deep-throated my cock, and any trace of lucid thought fled me.
Sticky. The sheets are sticky.
I peeled a section of saturated fabric away from my skin, baring my chest to the cool air. Margot squirmed at my side before throwing a leg over my hips, wriggling up over my body and sinking down onto my cock without even opening her eyes.
“Omega…” I rasped before the rut pulled me into its clutches once more.
A coppery taste filled my mouth, chasing away the sweet slick that had been coating my tongue.
This new flavour was bitter and tangy. Unpleasant.
And yet…
I felt something like victory flow through me, making my blood roar in my ears and my knot swell in my omega’s warm, clenching cunt.
Myomega.
Myclaimedomega.
Chapter 22
Asalways,Iregainedsome control of my brain by day five. My pussy still ached, craving the stretch and fill of a knot, but it was a more manageable throb. I was still a leaking mess of slick, but it had slowed to a trickle.
And it wasn’t just slick leaking out of me.
I wasn’t alone in my nest. And I had an aching mark on my neck to contend with. Kit pulled me tight against him the moment I moved, his mouth closing over the now-sealed bite mark, tracing it with his tongue. A jolt of alarm ran through me that he hadn’t evencheckedthat it was fully closed. My hormones were wearing off and with it the neutralising effect that made my blood safe. He had to be more careful.
“Calm, omega,” he soothed before breaking into a purr, his lips brushing featherlight kisses down my shoulder. There was a rough quality to his voice, and judging by the way he fitted his cock between my slippery thighs without so much as a ‘How do you do?’, he was still very much feeling the effects of the rut.
I let out a breathy moan as he angled his hips, the blunt head of his cock nudging my clit. My legs spread of their own accord, the dull throb of need morphing into a raging, greedy inferno in two seconds flat. Was this what it was always going to be like having Kit in my nest each night? He thrust into my fluttering pussy in one perfect swoop, his knot already thickening the base of his cock, and I decided I didn’t mind so much. I’d happily wake up in a puddle of slick with an aching cunt every morning if it meant he was there to take the ache away.
“My omega,” Kit mumbled, hooking his elbow under my thigh, opening me to him. I arched back against him, my fingers finding my way between my legs to play with my hypersensitive clit.
Fuck me.
Was this what having a mate was like? No wonder everyone was so hung up on the idea. He moved his arm higher, dragging my leg with it, so he could pinch my nipple gently between his fingers. My thighs were screaming, every muscle on the border between pleasure and pain, and I couldn’t get enough of it.
“Keeping you in this nest,” Kit rasped. I whined as he rolled me onto my front, his body covering my back, arms moving to either side of my head so he didn’t crush me. “Keeping you on this knot.”
“Alpha!” I cried, attempting to meet him thrust for punishing thrust while he fucked my body further and further up the mattress. He was wild and unabandoned, completely lost to his lust and without the usual carefulness that always held him back ever so slightly in the other times we’d fallen into bed together.
Or fallen onto a washing machine together. Or over the back of my couch together.
Could he feel how much his rough, wild movements did it for me through the bond? Did he know that I loved it? That I loved him?
I slipped my hand beneath my body, rubbing my clit furiously and tipping myself over the edge as Kit’s knot swelled. He came with an alpha roar that sent my whole body into the most glorious kind of submission. I was safe. I was protected.
I was loved.
